Just a poem about my fav season!!!!!

The trees' leave fall with colors

Piling up the ground with yellow, red, and orange

The air wispy and brisk nipping at your cheeks

Cold crisp weather tingles your skin

The leaves decorate deilcately the wood

Warm tear sits on the table

The blanket waits to bring warmth to you

The sweet scent of pumpkin pie opens your soul

The gentle cinnamon rushing your senses

Your nose is cold and can barely move, but inside you're relaxed

The End

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